Work - Key Glock

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Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup

Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert

I get it in like the first and the third

This shit I got on, it came out the dirt

All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)

I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt

(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)

His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"

Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)

Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all